Broken Cog

Inside watching the core
Of whatever we had left of our lives
The multiplications divide
We drink to quench the thirst to come
With the bones that we left
The trap was sprung

Blind, ancient and malevolent
Cosmos divides
The truth is we never ever had truth in sight
We spat on this purpose
We ate of whatever was left
The chasm beneath us will open
And swallow the rest

Me, the broken cog
You seem to not have understood
Knives out
Strings set in motion
You act like you're surprised
Pre-emptive strike
Ruin
Chaos
Focus

Whispers, murmurs, voices, voices
Whispers, purpose, voices, murmurs
Whispers, murmurs, voices, voices
Whispers, murmurs, voices, purpose